stress relief
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My train is always speeding; thundering down the track at full speed.
It heads nowhere in particular.
Whenever it stops to unload a thousand passengers, a thousand more board.
Most are unwelcome.
Hot water deeper than the length of my hand.
Three false candles illuminate the darkness.
Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
Each moment goes on
With no encouragement to begin or end.
Life goes about its business taken no
Time to ask for your assistance.
Take a Breathe…..
The sunset and the moon will rise
The sky was blue, the plants covered in dew,
and the spring made it all feel so new.
Everything in your head could melt away
with a morning in the mountains
surrounded by a foggy grey.
Stress is a monster that consumes us,
Breaking us down from the inside out,
Acting like a pimple and its puss,
Swelling with insecurity and self doubt.
When I am feeling down, I close my eyes.
Breathe in, breathe out.
My bare feet cling to the mat as I stretch, hoping to remain still as to avoid exercise, but I push on.
Upward cat, downward dog.
Looking upon the white void before me
An infinite field of endless possibility
A blank slate to build any kind of world of my desire
I run my hand over the blank sheet of paper that makes me feel free
There is nothing better
than spiritual convergence with the physical.
When my mind wanders
unknowingly into the deepest
Parts of itself.
The get away of a life time
To travel for free without ever having to leave you seat
More comfortable than a plane ride
You can sit at the dining room table with a cup of tea
Everything I write
is trash
Every word I type
is garbage
My thoughts are jammed
in my brain
like paper in a printer
The ink seeps through
and stains my skin
It's getting hard to breathe
